Things are getting hectic. It's been a long time since I've actually gotten headaches, and they seem to be coming on and on and on with increasing frequencies and getting worse and worse and worse.

Silly pencil. All you're good for right now is solving these blasted calculus riddles of infinite frustrations. I don't draw nearly as much as I used to, but I've still got those comic ideas in my head that I would most definitely like to work on when school lets out and I can take a breather. Draw. Ink. Photoshop a bit (for editing purposes, wewt), then, hopefully, tell a magical, fantabulous story that actually conveys what I'm trying to say.

It's been about 11 years since I made a comic. And I was in the fourth grade when I did. It was short, but the accomplishment! The achievement! The acclaim of my peers! That was definitely something of an ego boost, something that maybe I can get into again (when I've got the time; I've been challenged by a friend to produce a comic (of any length, I suppose) before a certain date in the summer). The only problem with that, I believe, is my lack of confidence in... illustrating, since it seems like I'm just imitating as opposed to creating something that fits what I want. Then again, it could be a convergence of many ideas, culminating into a single, new brand that I stamp the paper with in all of its artistic glory.

Comic Con is right around the bend. Am I ready? You betcher bottom dollar I am.